The quest for cream

Today has been one of those "African" days - The type of day only someone from Africa can truly understand. The quest for cream... such an easy buy at just about any convenience store in S.A., however, this week I have been looking for cream in all my regular grocery stores. To no avail. And then the adventure began... I heard of this "farm" where there is a dairy where I could possibly get cream. Not too far from my work, on the way to the Makoma dam, we decided to pass by after work. I was thankful that I drove with Rick today, as the route was not entirely suitable for my little March. We got to what we thought was the dairy, it was not. A local lady (with no passable English) then called a fellow farm worker who escorted us to the dairy . At least she understood "milk" and "dairy".  We went Bundu bashing on a two-track road between man-high corn (with our guide on the back seat) turning this way and that. The track became narrower and the corn (and weed) got higher. I was expecting an axe bearing huntsman any minute or even a creepy "Children of the corn" scene to start when we found the dairy! I got out, followed the gentleman to a house about 500m away. A very friendly lady greeted me and after hearing my plight regretted to inform me that production is low at the moment. So no cream! Apparently there is a season for cream? Really? How do our dairies in SA then get it year round? There we were, stuck on this track, no space to turn around. A Star Trek-moment of going forward, because we cannot find reverse :) The farm worker grabs another guy (half-drunk and smelling of home-brewed beer) to take us to the road out. He would turn around and walk back. Go figure! After stopping at another little supermarket on the way home - no luck. Decided on some Spur dinner (as by now it was past seven) and made a last-minute turn again at the Shoprite. Guess what? After a week they had stock of CREAM. At the same point where the search began a week ago....